No YouTuber Will Ever Top The Phrase "A Powerful Rat Named Charles Entertainment Cheese."

some things i’ve learned while studying in quarantine

drink more water instead of more coffee.

weekly goals are bullshit. set yourself 3-day goals. you’ll be less laid-back.

don’t just mindlessly stare at words. before you start studying, know your approach to it. have a plan.

summarizing the concept in your own words is the key part of taking notes. don’t just copy things down, convert them into your own way of talking, your own vocabulary, no matter how dumb and unprofessional it sounds.

don’t let the “studyblr aesthetic” fool you. studying doesn’t have to be pretty. summaries and notes can be messy as long as they’re comprehensible. you can always rewrite and reorganize them later. (honestly, you better do. and you better keep them.)

don’t throw away the papers you’ve solved your problems in. staple them to the fucking textbook. you need to see them constantly. cause you’ll need reminders of how far you’ve came, when you’re feeling discouraged.

don’t be an armchair analyst for your issues. if you have an idea then act on it.

remember: the exact point where it becomes difficult, is where your growth begins. take a deep breath, and try to focus on the paragraph in front of you.

get off your high horse and understand that if you’re a zero, you won’t go to 100 in a couple of days. first, you’ll need to reach 30, then from 30 to 60, and then from 60 to 90. nobody is 100 everyday. that happens very rarely.

you need to have fun everyday. you need to have peaceful time every single day. even on exam night. especially on exam night, actually. so make sure you’ve studied enough so you can have some time to yourself.

once you’re on a roll and in need of some challenge to stay on track, start writing down your studying hours. tell yourself you’re not allowed to do less than 80% of what you did yesterday. whatever the hell it was, even just one hour. so if yesterday you really studied for like, say 8 hours, today your goal is to study for at least 6 and a half hours. if you can’t keep up with that, make it 70%, or 60%. 

be forgiving of yourself. be kind to yourself. even if you bounced back and lost your streak. start again. as slowly as you did before. take your time. it’s okay, you were there once you can get there again.

Me (as a child): why are all the songs about love?

Mom: someday you will understand

Me (now as an adult): seriously why are all the songs about love and sex this is ridiculous

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

a self portrait in letters, anne sexton/ "Do not stand at my grave and weep", mary elizabeth frye/ the book of tomorrow, cecelia ahern/ dawn of 16th, sad-ist/ eight, sleeping at last/ vicious, v.e. schwab/ "ugly,bitter and true", suzanne rivecca,/ left alone, fiona apple

Genius. Thank u for this wisdom😌

I always hate it when people are all “so do you go to school, or are you working, or” and I either have to

make up some lie, or

eventually get around to “I am not working because of depression/anxiety,” and subsequently have to deal with whatever bullshit-riddled and completely unsolicited opinions on mental illness this stranger feels obligated to share with me.

So my therapist was like, “You don’t have to do either. You can just say you haven’t worked in a while because you’re recovering from an illness.”

I tried it when the home inspector was here today, and it fucking worked. He was like, “oh, I’m sorry, are you doing better now,” and I’m like yeah, and don’t worry, it’s not contagious, awkward laugh, and we moved on.

MY THERAPIST. IS A GENIUS. Because it is an illness, so it’s not a lie to say that, and it’s also none of his business to know specifically what it is, and I clearly don’t want to give more details, so we should move on from this topic. MY THERAPIST IS A GODDAMN GENIUS.

What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

Here are the links to HHKC’s chapters Dropbox.

If anything gets claimed, it has a backup here. Might start posting and trashing a few days later so here y’all go. Updated in descending order chronologically.

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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/r4ezvflyc0uoety/AACvkcwzc0yhKJoSQl4K64Cma?dl=0

168

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/l4cv9o4veev303z/AABA5hsoDC74bm0rU58Z3clma?dl=0

167

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mz384g5ivrz06jl/AAB_7rGKo56gccUzi_TtdwJ1a?dl=0

166

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/8rdmgqz2ya6n971/AAAr4Ke5nb027rHlu6CrVc13a?dl=0

165

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ag3301fez9mxk4r/AADV37nK2_PlQJzI2tVgLvrwa?dl=0

i don’t think it’s quite set in yet that tommyinnit, 17 year old minecraft streamer, is one of the only people in the world who owns the rights to the up soundtrack and can play it on stream and put it in his videos without repercussions because he asked nicely 

Ok who pissed off Apollo this time

vintage playlists

you’re a lesbian pharaoh laying down naked on a velvet throne. beautiful women wrap you in jewels and gold and crystals, do your makeup, and make sure youre comfortable. then they bring in the most talented artists to paint your portrait.

you sneak out of your house to fight for women’s suffrage in the 1920s because your husband is a senator who opposes women’s suffrage but then you get arrested for protesting in front of the whitehouse. when he comes to bail you out, you tell him that you won’t go with him because a woman is not free in or out of jail. 

you and your best friend go to a dance together in the 50s. he comes to pick you up in his red thunderbird and you get in. you guys are of COURSE just friends, even though everyone thinks you are dating. you laugh about it on the way there, but as the night gets later and you start dancing, you notice you’re starting to get closer and closer to each other. then a slow song comes on…

youre a emo teen from the early 2000s and you just got home from getting snake bites. you slam the door to your room closed and lay down on your black comforter and stare at the picture of Gerard Way on the ceiling. you think, “no one understands me.”